2012年12月22日 星期六
Of that tingling pleasant sensation
It was right after the finals and I was desperate for something funny yet not foolish. It had to be heart warming to return some sense of positive emotion into my thirsty soul, contain some form of romance that stays away from the classic clichés and some element of humour that does NOT stem from dirty, lowly jokes.
Crazy, stupid, love was the best answer offered.
See that beautiful smile up there? Yeah, that's the exact emotion displayed when I watched this movie, except for parts where I rolled in laughter ( Steve Carell is in the movie. STEVE CARELL).
I'm generally not a fan of contemporary romance on-screen flicks, but this one is pretty different. It wins at how simple, straightforward and funny it is, never bothering to burden us with cliche, boring details. Yet everything still falls into place.
I've run out of stuff to write about this movie. Shall write again when that feeling returns.
2012年12月21日 星期五
I SHAN'T care!
Fine, I'll admit to my own queer ways, and I would love to avoid gatherings of which have not much enjoyment to me. The distance is there and I am not so sure that it can be mended any further, nor am I in a disposition or mood to make an effort to do so. Only for those few that I hold dear, I shall venture forward to semen our ties.
Call me antisocial, but I do what I want, to my preference.
Somehow, as I mentally review the friends I have made, true soul mates are little and between. They all have different qualities that I hold dear, and I suppose would feel depressed if I were to lose any of them. But they are not many, they are few. It's a conclusion I've came by, that my character is such that a "gang" life is unsuitable and I'd become a hermit if left to my own devices. Not something that I particularly like, in fact, I'm wondering if I can venture from that path and make deeper ties with all the friends that I have now.
Yeah, maybe.
I have this repetitive urge to throw my arms into the air and scream.
Plunge into the stream of ordinary!
Call me antisocial, but I do what I want, to my preference.
Somehow, as I mentally review the friends I have made, true soul mates are little and between. They all have different qualities that I hold dear, and I suppose would feel depressed if I were to lose any of them. But they are not many, they are few. It's a conclusion I've came by, that my character is such that a "gang" life is unsuitable and I'd become a hermit if left to my own devices. Not something that I particularly like, in fact, I'm wondering if I can venture from that path and make deeper ties with all the friends that I have now.
Yeah, maybe.
I have this repetitive urge to throw my arms into the air and scream.
Plunge into the stream of ordinary!
2012年12月20日 星期四
Oh man.
I'm suffering from this constant feeling of... dissatisfaction with every thing. Nothing seems to please me now, I find fault with everything. I can't seem to make any proper decisions right now, and there so many desires springing up from within that I know are beyond my reach. To obtain them would require change of many sorts, huge, drastic changes.
The end of every year is a time for me to rearrange my thoughts and feelings as to emerge as a better person in the next period, which, unfortunately ends up in another episode of failure. It ends in exhaustion.
Shit. I'm out of words.
These days my thoughts just go like this ______ ___ ___________ ______ _________
There is a lack of words to describe my emotions.
Alexithymia
The end of every year is a time for me to rearrange my thoughts and feelings as to emerge as a better person in the next period, which, unfortunately ends up in another episode of failure. It ends in exhaustion.
Shit. I'm out of words.
These days my thoughts just go like this ______ ___ ___________ ______ _________
There is a lack of words to describe my emotions.
Alexithymia
2012年12月10日 星期一
ohuh
I stare into the mirror and a face of an old lady stares back at me.
Except that this old lady has an abundance of pimples.
What happened to me? I look like an unhealthy teenager who spent too many a days eating junk food and staring at the computer, with an ashen face, pimply cheek, deep eye bags, oily skin, unhealthy skin tone, straight dry and messy hair.
Oh my.
Except that this old lady has an abundance of pimples.
What happened to me? I look like an unhealthy teenager who spent too many a days eating junk food and staring at the computer, with an ashen face, pimply cheek, deep eye bags, oily skin, unhealthy skin tone, straight dry and messy hair.
Oh my.
Lots of random things in my head
that I've just got to spit out before I continue with my studies ( which I am wondering how am I ever going to finish. 4.0 is already far at a distant horizon, I hope 3.90 won't follow suit).
I really hate it when ideas or thoughts flood your mind for one second and then leave it completely empty the next. I feel so uninspired now. Streams, literally streams of thoughts were flowing through my head all day which I had to put aside to prepare for my exams, but they crept away silently as the semantic knowledge came to substitute its place. Oh, how I hate it.
I hope for someone to read me, although I already fully know who I am. It's just more comforting to hear it from someone else, as if you need some verification for your judgements. Even when it is towards yourself.
I remember how I used to wish to be different, unique from the others. That probably stemmed from some childhood trauma that made me make the decision to always take the other route, the road not taken. Avoid conflicts at all cause, be weird rather then be hated. Weird.
Now I'm sometimes regretting that decision, because being normal gives so much less problems. Or the problems faced will be more common and shared by others too. But then again, one tiny decision can't make that much a difference unless there was already a predisposition to it- my personality. Perhaps it was already destined to be that way.
What else, what else.
Ah. What goes around comes around. Things that happened to me, are happening again. This time I know it's not their problem: it's definitely mine. Otherwise how can it happen twice to the same person?
Sometimes I suspect the motives behind every of my actions. There always seems to be an inkling of insincerity there, as if whatever I'm doing is just for the show, to fit into the expectation of others.
If you left me to my own device, I wonder what will I do.
I really hate it when ideas or thoughts flood your mind for one second and then leave it completely empty the next. I feel so uninspired now. Streams, literally streams of thoughts were flowing through my head all day which I had to put aside to prepare for my exams, but they crept away silently as the semantic knowledge came to substitute its place. Oh, how I hate it.
I hope for someone to read me, although I already fully know who I am. It's just more comforting to hear it from someone else, as if you need some verification for your judgements. Even when it is towards yourself.
I remember how I used to wish to be different, unique from the others. That probably stemmed from some childhood trauma that made me make the decision to always take the other route, the road not taken. Avoid conflicts at all cause, be weird rather then be hated. Weird.
Now I'm sometimes regretting that decision, because being normal gives so much less problems. Or the problems faced will be more common and shared by others too. But then again, one tiny decision can't make that much a difference unless there was already a predisposition to it- my personality. Perhaps it was already destined to be that way.
What else, what else.
Ah. What goes around comes around. Things that happened to me, are happening again. This time I know it's not their problem: it's definitely mine. Otherwise how can it happen twice to the same person?
Sometimes I suspect the motives behind every of my actions. There always seems to be an inkling of insincerity there, as if whatever I'm doing is just for the show, to fit into the expectation of others.
If you left me to my own device, I wonder what will I do.
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